Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.